I love flowers. I think I always have. When I was a child, my father had lush, green gardens – vegetable gardens, flower beds, crawling ivy, ferns hanging and growing everywhere, you name it.
We were dirt poor and lived in the middle of Florida with no air conditioning for several years. At night, my parents would open my window to let the breeze in and I remember many nights drifting off to sleep and mornings waking up to the smell of the honeysuckle that grew along a trellis just outside my bedroom window.
He grew roses. Every year, we planted annuals. He showed me how to pinch the head of a snapdragon to make it snap. My father brought flowers alive for me.
I can’t keep a plant alive to save my soul (I inherited the black thumbs from my mother) but I have always loved to look at beautiful flowers.
My father would send my mother a dozen roses on their anniversary every year – no matter how broke we were. Some years, she smiled and hugged him. Some years, even I could see the strain in her eyes as she thought of the cost, knowing we couldn’t really afford them. My father never cared about that. Money was just an object to be used, not something to worry about (wish I’d inherited that from him instead of my mother’s constant fear and worry).
Many of my childhood memories are filled with flowers – cut flowers from the garden, flower bushes, buckets of flowers brought home to plant, packets of seeds when there was only enough money to start from scratch.
Fast forward many years…
My ex-husband only sent me flowers one time. I loved them, but I had the same thought my mother often did. We can’t afford this. He also, mistakenly, thought a dozen roses could make me forget the years of problems, stress, and worry. Silly man.
A few years later, another man sent me flowers…just because.
“Little one, what’s your favorite color?”
“That’s what I thought. I want you to wear that color tomorrow. For me, little one.”
The next day, a purple bouquet of flowers in a purple vase was delivered to my office. I melted right there in the lobby. Everyone thought it was so ironic that I was wearing purple and received purple flowers. I just smiled to myself, knowing a very special man arranged the whole thing.
A few months later, during one of Daddy’s visits, he took my oldest on an errand with him. They went to lunch – a mini-bonding moment. When they walked back in the door, the boy had a devilish smile and Daddy had something behind his back. When I arched my eyebrows at them both, he presented me with a lovely pink, yellow, and white bouquet he’d picked up along the way.
“I’m sorry they’re not purple.”
“Don’t be sorry! They’re beautiful!”
“Mr. John, why did you get my mom flowers?”
“Because she’s beautiful and deserved something beautiful. You don’t always have to have a specific reason.”
I melted again.
Now there’s a little plastic cup on my kitchen counter. A begonia, I think. My oldest gave it to me for Mother’s Day, and I promised myself I would keep it alive until I could get it to Daddy (who, thankfully, has big green thumbs). He’s going to put it in a pot for me, and together, we’ll see if we can keep it alive through the steaming Florida summer.
I feel like maybe I’m coming full circle with flowers, from beginning to end, with men who can help me enjoy flowers.
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! This week’s prompt was Flowers.
Thanks. Was feeling a bit soft and not at all kinky. 🙂
Your boys are going to be awesome men, with your Daddy’s leadership and guidance. Love to hear snippets like this 🙂
I think so, too. When they talk about him (with friends or with me) they say, “He’s just like a dad.”
So beautiful. Your father planted seeds in your heart and your Daddy has made them grow.
Now THAT’S a beautiful sentiment. ((HUGS))
yes, flowers can melt a woman’s heart ! for me, a dog can make my heart jump !
We all have something that touches our heart. 🙂
So lovely Kayla. You and your boys are so lucky to have a wonderful, thoughtful man in your lives. I am honored to watch your relationship grow. Keep up the great work.
Thank you! He’s a damn good man, that’s for sure.
Lovely! Simply lovely!
🙂 Thank you.
This is a lovely post. So nice that you have described how you’ve come full circle with flowers, showing some tender moments in your life 🙂
I wasn’t sure how to approach the prompt, and then I just started writing. 🙂
Your flowers are as Beautiful as your mind for remembering all the good times and not dwelling on the bad ones! Thank You Kayla Lords for being You!
I can easily dwell on bad (the downside of being an overthinker), but there are too many good things to think about these days to do that.
I try always to be me, but I’m grateful to know that people appreciate it. 🙂
It’s a great post; I love “Because she’s beautiful and deserved something beautiful. You don’t always have to have a specific reason.” … if you always give for a reason then that’s an enforced gesture 😉
I agree completely. I like the spontaneity of it. I don’t want to expect flowers on certain days or at certain times. Getting them just because is an amazing feeling.
This is so lovely and I could have written something very similar. My Grandfather grew all sorts of flowers and vegetables. I have strong memories of beautifully scented Sweet Peas, rows and rows of Dahlias in every colour you could image. I can remember him picking Sweet Peas and taking them into my Grandmother just cause. Like you my ex never bought me flowers until it was too late but my lovely husband now, well he will often go round the shop for milk or bread or whatever and bring me back a little bunch of flowers…. just cause.
That’s a lovely memory! Just because is an excellent reason. 🙂
This was beautiful. Made me smile.
🙂 Thank you.
That is awesome I hope you can keep it alive for as long as you can. It brought a smile to my face on a sad day.
((HUGS)) I’m sorry you’re sad.